I’m just sayin’—you forgot the part where I found it under the floorboards. That was genius detective work, that was. Textbook Thomas and Martha.

rolls his eyes, still grinning Textbook my arse. You got lucky.

Luck’s a skill, innit? Ask any Thomas who’s ever—

Who’s that, then?

waves a hand Don’t know. Don’t care. What were you sayin’ about the third floor vault?

Right—we’d need a decoy. Two decoys, actually. Like a triple fake-out. Thomas would’ve—

the smile falters, slow …Bollocks.

What?

picks up the phone, already swallowing the last of his pint like it’s medicine Gotta take this. Don’t go anywhere.

frowning Everythin’ alright?

voice low, rough Yeah?